Over Again

If I could start over with her today (right now, this second), I’d live each moment with her again.

All of her allotted thirty-six years, eleven months, and four days, as promised and bestowed.

A do-over of sorts, starting today (right now, this second), moving forward in real time once again.

And after all of her allotted thirty-six years, eleven months, and four days, had slipped away once more,

I’d be ninety-nine… and she’d be gone again.
Right now, this second.